The pinnacle of the martial arts world

Chapter 83

Liu Kun felt that the young man had a gentle demeanor and was not suspicious of him. Besides, he didn't have the courage to refuse, so he gulped down the medicine and asked hesitantly, "Is this medicine for my illness? Actually, it's a bit strange. I haven't taken any medicine for two days, and surprisingly, I don't feel uncomfortable at all."

Yang Luoxue didn't answer, but said, "Tell me your feelings in detail later."

Liu Kun agreed. After an incense stick's time, a sharp pain shot through his stomach, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and he was unable to speak.

Yang Luoxue poured a glass of water, pricked her middle finger with a needle, and a drop of blood dissolved in the water. She then poured the water into Liu Kun's hand.

The pain was quickly relieved.

His conjecture was proven true.

His blood was the antidote to the poppy poison.

He suddenly recalled his youth, when he had a rivalry with Tang Qiefang, the patriarch of the Tang Clan. One was a healer, the other a poisoner, and the two had never been able to determine a winner. Now, he really wanted to find Tang Qiefang and test him on poisons one by one to see how many kinds of poisons his blood could cure.

Yang Luoxue, even on your deathbed you still can't let go of this breath.

Liu Kun was unaware that he had been used as a medicine man. He never needed to take the magic medicine again and believed it was due to the effect of the pill he had taken back then. He was always grateful to the young doctor.

Yang Luoxue did not stay at the Hua family for long. His relationship with Tang Congrong was extraordinary. As soon as he asked for a set of clothes, Hua Qianchu agreed without hesitation and did not intend to charge him.

“The divine doctor helped my sister a lot, so I’m giving you this wedding dress,” Hua Qianchu said.

Yang Luoxue didn't say anything, but left the money pouch behind when she left.

“This is the first time I’ve actually received money from ‘practicing medicine,’” he said. “I want to use this money to buy clothes.”

Hua Qianchu blinked, a little confused, but she didn't press the matter. "Three months later, I'll have someone deliver the clothes to Medicine King Valley."

Thank you.

“That’s a bit strange.” Hua Qianchu, who had just started designing the clothes, suddenly rested her chin on her hand and said, “When I met this divine doctor at the Tang Sect, he had long hair, wore a blue robe and a white gown, and seemed to be walking on the horizon, very high and very far away.”

Her description wasn't entirely accurate, but the maid, who had served her for many years, naturally understood what she meant and covered her mouth with a laugh, "So that's what it means to be arrogant?"

Chapter 163

“But people always change,” Hua Qianchu said, burying herself in drawing the pattern again. “I wonder who I should give this dress to… Is he getting married too?”

He returned to Medicine King Valley, where summer was almost over.

Autumn swept across the land. Although the valley remained warm as springtime, the chill seeped into its very bones. At this rate of decline, he might not live to see next spring.

Du Zixin didn't press him for details anymore; his white hair and increasingly weak eyesight instantly made Du Zixin understand.

After he returned, Zhan Yuan went out for a while and came back looking dejected. No one knew what he had been doing. But soon after, two guests arrived at Medicine King Valley. A disciple came to announce that they were Mo Xingnan, the champion of the Martial Arts Academy, and his wife. He didn't intend to see them, but the two were already outside the door, saying they had a gift for him.

He wrote down a medical case of a strange illness, compiled it into a book, and said calmly, "We are complete strangers, there is no need for you to give me anything."

"This person has such a strange temper; he won't accept anything offered to him," a sweet female voice said. "Doesn't even Physician Yang have any interest in the Green Robe?" The Green Robe!

His hand trembled, and the medical records scattered on the ground.

It takes four years to take root, four years to sprout leaves, and four years to bloom. This rare and exotic plant, which grows in extremely yin places, only shows its green leaves once every twelve years! This legendary elixir, which can heal flesh and bone and revive the dead, is said to be a sacred object of the Outer Light and Time Cult. Although I have always heard that it is almost omnipotent, I have never seen it.

Before he could even put on his cloak, the door creaked open.

Mo Xingnan was slightly taken aback when he saw that his skin was younger and more beautiful than that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, but his hair was whiter than that of an eighty-year-old woman. However, he did not stop and took out a dark green herb and gave it to him.

“Green stalks…” He had never seen the real thing, but this herb matched the description in the book perfectly. He took a breath. “It really is Green stalks.”

That evening, the Mo couple were invited to stay, and Luo Xue treated them with the courtesy due to guests. This was probably the first time he had hosted a dinner party in over twenty years. When Zhan Yuan found out, he was extremely excited, "Mo Xingnan?! That's right, when I arrived in Miao territory it was not yet the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he had already picked the Green Jade Cloth a month earlier!"

Yang Luoxue then realized that his last trip was for the Green Fallen Cloak. He carefully examined this medicinal herb, which he had only ever seen in legends. "I've heard that picking this thing is extremely dangerous."

"Over the years, only Changqingzi and Mo Xingnan have obtained it." Zhan Yuan said excitedly, "Divine Doctor, it can save you!" He had once considered picking it for Xiaoyan, but he couldn't take her to Yulan Mountain, and he didn't want to be separated from her. Now, the herb was right in front of him. "Master, eat it!"

He called him Master, and a hint of a smile appeared in Yang Luoxue's eyes, her gaze shifting subtly. "Do you know why I made you my eldest disciple?"

Zhan Yuan shook his head, but that's not the point. The most important thing now is to refine the Green Robe that even swords and blades can't destroy, and make him drink it!

“Besides your ability to integrate medical skills and martial arts, the most important thing is that you know what ‘loss’ feels like.” Yang Luoxue was in no hurry, seemingly enjoying the conversation. “Many years ago, my master said that I only had medical skills but didn’t understand the way of medicine. I really didn’t understand, because I had never thought from the patient’s perspective. I didn’t understand how much a sick person hoped that someone could cure their illness. Nor did I understand how much hope the people around the patient had for the doctor. Now I understand that the so-called way of medicine is to save people. To reduce the ‘loss’ in this world, to prevent fathers from losing their children, and children from losing their parents, and to use the little strength we can to remove the lesions and restore the patient’s vitality.”

Chapter 164

The candlelight cast a soft glow on Yang Luoxue's face, making him appear dreamlike. Zhan Yuan had never seen him with such an expression before, nor had he ever heard him speak so much at once. Zhan Yuan remembered the first time he saw Yang Luoxue: proud and aloof, unapproachable, his expression always calm, but every glance and raised eyebrow revealed the exuberant spirit of a young man riding high on the crest of success.

At that time, Yang Luoxue was a radiant and aloof celestial being.

It was he and Xiaoyan who dragged such a celestial being down from the clouds, made him experience illness and the threat of death, and brought him down to earth.

“Mo Xingnan and his wife have both been poisoned. And just recently, they each came to me begging me to save the other.” Yang Luoxue leaned back in his chair, a strand of white hair twirling between his fingers. He habitually twirled it around his finger; the candlelight was now almost meaningless to him, only a hazy glow illuminating his face. “A sprig of green will only prolong my life by a few years if given to me, but it can save two people if given to them.” He smiled gently, a thin corner of his lips curving upwards. “No, not just two. They will live happily ever after, they will have their own children, that makes three people, four people, five people… It can save many people.”

Zhan Yuan understood what he meant, his face turning ashen. "You...you plan to..."

“I intend to save them,” Yang Luoxue said. “It’s better to save two lives than half.” With that, he took out his green robe and got up to head to the pharmacy. Zhan Yuan’s throat tightened, and he grabbed his arm. “But you—”

"I am a doctor, and my duty is to save lives." He smiled slightly, a smile as quiet as an orchid blooming. The bamboo house under the lamplight seemed to be imbued with fragrance. Time seemed to shift, and Zhan Yuan seemed to return to the battle with Baili Wushuang. He collapsed from exhaustion and woke up to see a young man in white and blue robes beside him, as pure as the white clouds beside the moon, with a face like a young girl, holding Xiao Yan. He said to him, "I am Yang Luoxue. Take me to see her medicine."

"Yang Luoxue?"

His expression immediately changed, because he knew that these three words represented the mental illness of all the patients.

Back then, Yang Luoxue was truly noble and proud, like a goddess. Just like the face he saw now, it glowed slightly.

He will always be a being from heaven.

The medicine was ready, and Mo Xingnan and his wife each drank it.